Sebastian: The Complete Series (10 page)

“What?” Robert was up and brushing his fingers through his sexy dark hair. “I'm not married.”

“You say that, but you had your arm around some woman downstairs.” I sounded pissy, but I hate being lied to. “You don’t have to lie to me. I get it. Married men are always coming to us.”

“To you? Do you fuck many married men?” He was almost growling at me and I stood up, facing away from him.

“No. Are you one?”

“I told you, I'm not married. She’s a friend. Her and her husband have known me for years. I'm not seeing anyone. I wouldn’t be here with you if I were.”

“No.” Because he wouldn’t have to pay for me when he had someone at home. “Why are you with me, Robert?” I wrapped a towel around my hips and looked at him. “You could have anyone you wanted.”

“And I told you the first time we met…” He pulled me into his arms and kissed me again. “I only want you.”

“Oh, Robert.” I grinned at him then pushed him from me. “I need to shower. Maybe I’ll see you before you leave.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

“Thank you.” I ran my fingertip down his jaw, losing myself in the comforting brown colour of his eyes.

“Plus, I owe you more money.” He slapped my arse and turned from me. “I’ll see you later.”

I was frozen to the spot as he left.

Why the hell did it hurt so fucking much when he said shit like that to me?

He made me feel like his boyfriend and someone special in one breath and a whore in the next.

I hated it and I swore, even if he asked me to, I wouldn’t see him again.

I
t was two weeks later and I was out in Leeds city centre, drinking with my flatmates, waiting for Harry and a couple more new friends from the agency to turn up so we could move on from Queens Court, where we’d been for the last two hours, to the bar across the road where one of my friends from uni performed a drag act.

It had taken me a week to calm down after the dreaded wedding. Robert had been there an hour later when I went downstairs. I'd taken my time primping myself, hoping by the time I'd made it back down he'd be gone. But there he was, looking sinfully sexy and rumpled, talking to Harry of all people.

It had been awkward and he'd forced me away for a kiss and passed me another two hundred pounds, which was too much and I tried to give him some back, but he made it quite clear he wouldn’t take no for an answer and then he left.

The whole night had been a total and utter fuck up from the moment I laid my eyes on him and I knew he was an addiction which I had to stop. He'd called up the agency as promised and I had a long talk with Madam Harriot about my actions, but she was pleased with me getting another client for her, especially one who was so enamoured by me—her words, not mine. He hadn’t booked me though, not in two weeks, not even a call to check up on my schedule or anything.

That's why I was drinking so much, trying to have fun and forget about him and move on. That's what I should be doing, having fun with all this, not taking it seriously. I'd taken this job to earn cash and have fun with men, not sit at home worrying why he wasn’t calling me up for a date. I'd never done that with anyone and I wasn’t about to start. Not even for him.

Harry and three mates turned up. He looked good.

I kissed his cheek, giving him a long look up and down. “I've missed you. How did the weekend away go?”

“Good.” We made our way through the crowds and into the bar, leaving my flatmates outside in the small cobbled courtyard while we got drinks. “I love seeing Khaild.”

“I bet.” I forced my way to the front of the bar and caught the eye of the blond twink serving. He was an earlier conquest and he was cute as a button, but I only ever saw him the once. “Hey, sexy. Can I get five vodka and diet cokes.” I had to shout over the loud music but he nodded and threw me a sexy smile as he shook his fine arse over to the vodka.

“One of yours?” Harry kept his eyes on him as he poured our drinks.

“Yeah, sweet, isn't he?”

“Very. Like honey on chocolate.”

I grinned at Harry. “Your type?”

He shook his head, not giving me anything. I was determined to find out what got him going if it killed me. “I'm worn out. My rich Arab missed me.”

“I want to go to Dubai and fuck a rich Arab.” I pouted at him.

He grinned back. “Be careful what you wish for.”

“You like him though.”

“Yeah, I do. He’s sexy.” Harry grabbed his drink from the bar and downed it. “I needed that. No alcohol in Dubai for me.”

“Oh no. God forbid your Arab man broke that rule. I mean, fucking some man—“

“Don’t even go there.” Harry gave me a warning look, then downed
my
drink.

I quickly ordered two more from my sexy blond and sighed. “I'd swap places with you next time.”

“I might do that. I hate flying.”

“I've never flown anywhere. Never left England.”

Harry shook his head and slid the drinks to the other three guys beside him. “You will do. Give it time.”

“Do you get lots of tips?”

“Yeah. I made three grand this weekend.”

“Holy shit!”

“Yeah, I know. Don’t tell the office that though.”

“My lips are sealed.” I zipped my lips up and grinned. “Let’s go outside, it’s too hot in here.”

The morning after, I woke up laid all over the blond from the first bar we drank at. Somehow, in my fractured memory, I'd gone back and taken him home after his shift had ended. God knows how I got hard enough to fuck him, but I did. The condoms all over the floor told me we’d done it more than once too. At least I remembered to be good and wear one.

My housemate was knocking on the door at one in the afternoon, reminding me I had to call up the office and they’d been bugging him all morning about it. I rolled out of bed, my blond grumbling under his breath as I slid out and fell to the floor, resting my head on the carpet and whining.

My mobile was on the floor. I crawled out of the room and sat with my back against the wall in the landing while I dialled Suzie. “Hey, it’s Sebastian. What’s wrong?”

“You're hung over.”

“No shit, Sherlock. What’s so fucking important you have to wake me up on a Sunday?”

“Your married man booked you in again. Leigh.”

“Ah shit! Really? He just saw me three days ago.”

“He likes you. Too much I think.”

“Yeah, so why book him in again?”

“Money’s money, sugar.”

“He’s not got it to waste on me.”

“Not your problem. Just get sober and dressed up. You have two hours. I’ll send a car.”

“Thanks.”

Leigh was a sweet inexperienced married man who looked similar to the bartender sprawled out in my bed. He had shaggy blond hair and a boy next door face. He dressed like someone who didn’t give a shit about clothes, but underneath the baggy jeans and the worn t-shirt, he had a good body. He cycled a lot, mainly to get away from the wife for a few hours, but recently, he’d been spending those hours with me, and spending his savings too.

He wasn’t like most of the men I saw. Not that I had a huge following yet, but I’d seen about twenty men since I started working as an escort, mainly all topping or double teaming with another escort. I'd not taken up the dates which involved me being the bottom yet. It was one step which I knew I had to take, but there was something final about it, something which made me pause.

I was fussy who I let fuck me, and so far, none of the clients took my fancy. I knew it shouldn’t matter if I wanted them or not, but I was still new and it was something which I needed more time to get over.

Leigh was going to be a problem client. He’d become close to me, my fault. I stuck my nose in where it shouldn’t and asked him about the ring. Okay, I have issues fucking married men. I just don’t like it. I don’t want to be the
other
person, even if it’s not emotional and just business, I can't seem to get over it. I hate the whole idea of lying and not just to the wife or husband at home, because obviously gay men cheated too. But it was the whole lying to yourself which bothered me with Leigh.

I shook the bed and woke up my ‘friend.’ I couldn't remember his name, which was bad, but I didn’t care. I told him I had to leave and he should go, then I left him to wake up while I had a hot shower, then a cold one to wake me up and help get me sober. He was gone when I got out, thank God. Just like last time.

Since Leigh told me all about his life, I'd felt like telling him just to man up and leave her. They’d been together since they were fifteen. Leigh confused love with
being
in love, and then he’d waited to be sexually with her until they married at eighteen. He had a few kisses with men, but never being brave enough to do more, he'd waited for her.

Guess what?

On his wedding night, he couldn't get it up. Big shock… He was gay.

Yeah, saw that coming, shame he didn’t.

They’d been together three years when he first came to me. He’d already cheated—a drunken night out with mates in Brighton, the Gay capitol of England, and he’d had his cherry popped by some top he couldn't remember. He’d only been with three men and not really enjoyed them because they were all quick fucks with little prep, that's why he'd paid for me to take my time. He wanted to know what was going on in his head. Let’s just say, I took him to places he'd never thought about. I actually stayed all night with him, making him come more times than I could count. I left him passed out in the bed early the next morning, I thought he'd go home and leave his wife and start his life again. But noooo.

The next week he was back, then the next. I'd seen him every week I'd been working, and now he was seeing me twice a week. It had to stop. He didn’t have the money to waste and I felt personally at fault for making him want me so much he was getting into debt.

I grabbed something to eat as I rushed out of the door and into the car. Leigh used the same hotel every time, the Holiday Inn, and it was the cheapest type of hotel I would ever go to. I'm sure Suzie hated sending me there, but he paid for me like anyone else did, he just saved cash by booking cheap places.

When we arrived at the hotel, I threw my gum to the floor and took a breath. After tonight, I was going to get him to leave me alone.

I knocked on his door, leaning casually against the wall while I waited for him. The door opened and he smiled as I walked past him. Leigh’s rosy cheeks and pale skin made me think of my mum, she called people like him an English Rose.

“I didn’t think you'd call so soon.” I smiled at him as I opened a can of coke and drained half of it while he walked to me. He was wearing those baggy jeans again, but I knew what he hid under them and it got me semi hard. “You'd pull more men if you showed off that sexy, round arse of yours in tighter clothes.”

“I'm not a big shopper. Besides, I'd rather spend my time out of clothes than in them when I'm with you.”

“Hmm.” I ran my finger over his lips, he needed to learn how to suck better. “I thought I’d have you on your knees tonight. I want to see this mouth working up and down my cock before I bend you over and fuck you.” He moaned and it got my cock to jerk in my pants. “Like that idea, Leigh?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” I circled his body, stripping him of his clothes and leaving him standing in his naked glory, his cock erect and flushed red, just begging for me to touch it. “I love your cock.” My fist slide over him and he jerked into it. “It’s so pretty, just like the rest of you. So pretty.” I kissed his shoulder and he leaned back into me, lying on my chest as I stroked his cock. “You're delicious. You make me feel hungry every time I see you.” I rubbed my cock against his arse and he whimpered for me. “I love the sounds you make for me.”

“Sebastian…” He drifted off when I took his head in my fist and worked his slippery precum over him. “Please.”

“You know that won't work on me. I like to see you lose your mind before I give you what you need. I love the look on your face as you fly high for me. So perfect. So beautiful. Like an angel.”

I wasn’t lying either. The guy was stunning when he came apart beneath me. I'd pay good money to see his face like that. I turned him around and smiled at him, his bright green eyes were wide, his pupils already blown and dark.

As I led him to the bed, he stripped off my clothes like an excited kid at Christmas, too eager to wait to unwrap his git. His hands were all over every bit of bare flesh which came into view and it made me chuckle. Because he hadn’t been with many men, I always took my time with him, but I took extra care that night because we’d had sex not so long ago and I knew he would still be feeling it.

“Are you sore from the last time, and be honest with me, Leigh, because I’ll know as soon as I touch you if you're lying to me.”

“I am Just a little bit.”

“And yet here you are. Eger and desperate for more.”

“For you.” He found my eyes with his and I paused.

He was falling for me, probably already had. I should have stopped, I shouldn’t have let myself get carried away, but he was so ready to give me control. I had little of that in my sex life and I grabbed hold of it and took it. Like Robert did to me. I growled when I thought that. It spurred me onto fuck him and forget Robert.

I sucked his cock, fingering him open, and then climbed up to his head, feeding him my cock so he could practise his mouth on me. I gave him pointers, telling him how I wanted it, tipping his head back and hitting him deeper, letting him take my cock in his throat.

Fuck, feeling his tight gagging as I slid into him made me rock hard and I wrapped my hand over his throat and felt my cock moving inside him, growling out before I pulled away and let him cough. His saliva running down his puffy red lips and chin had me so ready to fuck him I had to pull my balls from my stomach.